blue rumours


~ spook sure discombobulate, sheet white Joe Tin lopes egg shell wary these days, once this  rookie journeyman peels opens shed door flaps, flour waves sprinkle fond farewellies to all that’s powder

~ crystal ghost ships croak wretched raspers, gurgling clover bloated wind smote sheep disgrace abrasive grassland, all accomplished under wheezing smiles oxygen assisted daybreak yields pink linctus…

~measure by measure spondules droop, eyelids refuse to blink, can openers duck issues, a smoking bun is found malingering by the oildrums, Cheeseman overegged the custard slices just for old times sake

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coughed a cough someone could hear
grabbed and kissed the solid air,
looked into the Frigidaire,
and put away the butter.

folded up his underwear,
placed them neatly on a chair,
washed his ears, his nose, his stare,
and pulled of his pyjamas

felt the need to disappear,
not another fucking year,
like the last yet more severe,
once they had a future.

was a thought that got too near,
pledge to not give in to fear,
get the fuck right out of here,
find a warmer climate

is just the time of year,
that makes you cry into your beer,
put a candle in your ear
and bake you own Alaska.


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